(You did not know I had a son of eighty-six and more.) Wilson lives with him, and Robert receives from his family in England means for his support.

But really the office is hard, and I tell Robert that he must be prepared for the consequences: an outbreak and a printed statement that he (Robert), instigated by his wicked wife, had attempted to poison him (Landor) slowly.

Such an extraordinary union of great literary gifts and incapacity of will has seldom surprised the world.

Of course he does not live with us, you know, either here or in Florence, but my husband manages every detail of his life, and both the responsibility and trouble are considerable.

Still he is a great writer.